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Correct Kill Bill O'reilly Lyrics
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[Chorus:] I wipe the dirt from my hands as I walk from your grave Those ain't facts, those are lies in the statements you Made So we gotta get em get em We gotta chill em chill em We gotta get em get em We gotta kill em kill em [Verse 1: Esoteric] You don't believe homeless vets exist? (Shut up) You put a spin on everything like the Exorcist You a lying coward, lost soul, most statements you make Are not so That's how chicken hawks roll I find the fact that you a Fox News asshole Ironic cause you never been in a foxhole I hope that you rot slow, you and your talk show No Spin Zone, that's a vertigo inferno Fire and brimstone, we seeing all your neo-con bullshit Fuck a pressroom, you want the president pulpit I cringe at your right-wing lunatic fringe There's no elegant speech to shelter beliefs Hate dominates like the Celts in the east Michelle Malkin wants to snitch like you're telling Police She oughta be shot, they gotta be stopped Infrared to Bill O'Reilly's head, that's the key spot I'm not a violent man but actually your blasphemy Is badgering me to blast you and your factual Inaccuracy Naturally, media matters to me so we gotta Shut down Fox News, that's the way it has to be [Chorus:] [Verse 2: Trademarc] Dear Bill, I'd like you to get your mouth off that Conservative c*** Long enough to sit and talk it out Scratch that, let's backtrack, I'll stalk your house Knock you out, gag your mouth, drag you out, thought This out I wanna hurt you, immerse you in torture Fuck making fun of you in punch lines I'd rather kill your family in front of you by lunch Time A one lock execution at sunshine It's crunch time? Let's take it to the front line Bless the union of marriage? Oh that's classic Dick in your hand making phone calls to Andrea Mackris You got it backwards, phone s** leading to threats To get her flat up on your mattress is as sick as The list of adjectives put upon your favourite Actresses in your book No spin, so grim, you borderline rapist, sexist, racist Makeshift talking head celebrity that need a facelift [Chorus:] [Verse 3: Esoteric] I transcribed all your lies till my dome was sore Separated all your letters like an underscore I'm in your driveway like "Bill O, what you running For? " You want beef but you'd never send your son to war That's my favourite reason but I got a hundred more You a political prostitute, a money whore Your ass is upper class saying that you come from poor Backgrounds You need to get smacked down with guns galore [Verse 4: Trademarc] Or something more hardcore, slasher flick, mashed to Bits Scatter your chitter chatter is littered with little That matters You mad hatter blabbering on, I'm deadpan steady-handed Kill you on a webcam body battered till I got red hands And leave trail of dead fam (aha, damn) That's a YouTube number one download Dump you at the end of your town's road Or hang you like Benito Mussolini if the ground's cold [Chorus:] [Verse 5: Esoteric] You're the worst person on the planet, credit yourself You mutilate a nominee now you edit yourself Plus your lawsuit proves it, Bill, you read it yourself You're a sick man, you're better off deading yourself Pan left, maximum carnage like Grand Theft Pan right, see the mic through the antichrist chest O'Reilly get to shanking, he's a liar, falsifier And I'm a wolf out for his blood till he retires
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